Chapter 1291: Leaving

Three months passed quickly.

Ye Haitang sat cross-legged on a futon, the Ten Thousand Ghost Order floating before her. A ball of black spiritual fire enveloped the artifact, while Zhao Meier stood atop a black peak.

She opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of vital blood, which instantly vanished into the Ten Thousand Ghost Order. The artifact immediately glowed with countless mysterious runes. At first glance, they appeared to be mere symbols, but upon closer inspection, they resembled various terrifying specters, baring fangs and claws, looking rather chilling.

With a flash of dark light, the Ten Thousand Ghost Order rapidly expanded, resembling a colossal black pagoda. Within it, numerous ferocious ghostly beings could be seen.

Zhao Meier's body was uncontrollably drawn towards the Ten Thousand Ghost Order. A powerful suction force emanated from the artifact, and a strong chill wind began to howl.

“It’s been half a year already; you must be leaving this place soon, right?” Zhao Meier said, frowning.

“I came here to escape the pursuit of Nascent Soul cultivators. If I leave now, wouldn't I be walking straight into a trap? This place has a good environment; I might stay for another ten or eight years,” Ye Haitang stretched languidly and said with a smile.

She also wanted to leave, but she couldn't simply agree to Zhao Meier's request.

“Nascent Soul cultivators? Excellent! It’s been a long time since I’ve consumed a Nascent Soul. It would be a perfect meal to replenish my energy. The space here is unstable, with many spatial rifts. If you’re unlucky and a rift storm erupts, even a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator would perish without a trace,” Zhao Meier said emotionlessly.

“Rift storm? You mean a storm formed by spatial rifts?” Ye Haitang asked, surprised.

“Speaking of which, it infuriates me. If it weren't for that old ghost 'Four Seasons,' I wouldn't have ended up in this state today.” When Zhao Meier mentioned “Four Seasons,” her eyes glinted with cold light.

Ye Haitang’s delicate brows furrowed. She wasn't sure if Zhao Meier was telling the truth. If it was true, she had to leave this place. However, her concern was that if they left, Zhao Meier might lose control and go on a killing spree, implicating her.

“I know what you’re worried about. I won’t take action unless absolutely necessary. If you die, I will die too,” Zhao Meier seemed to have sensed Ye Haitang’s apprehension and explained.

Ye Haitang remained silent. Zhao Meier was a hidden danger; she could lose control at any moment, and Ye Haitang might also perish without a trace.

Just then, a low rumble echoed from the distant high sky. The calm black sea churned violently, stirring up waves dozens of feet high.

Ye Haitang’s eyes gleamed with dazzling dark light. Piercing through the thick Yin energy, she saw thousands of spatial rifts moving towards her.

“Damn it, a rift storm has actually erupted! We must leave this place quickly. I almost died under a spatial rift last time,” Zhao Meier’s beautiful face changed dramatically as she urged.

Ye Haitang dared not delay. She withdrew the formation, and Zhao Meier transformed into a green light, flying into the Ten Thousand Ghost Order.

The light of evasion around Ye Haitang’s body intensified as she flew outwards.

Boom!

A tremendous roar suddenly came from behind, followed by surging air currents.

“If not for these spatial storms, which have interrupted my cultivation several times and repeatedly injured my vitality, I would have reached the late Nascent Soul stage long ago,” Zhao Meier’s voice echoed in Ye Haitang’s mind.

Ye Haitang remained silent, accelerating her evasion speed.

A deafening roar came from high above, and a vast expanse of silver lightning descended from the sky, striking towards Ye Haitang.

Ye Haitang broke into a cold sweat. The Golden Amber Jade Buddha Pendant on her person glowed brightly, emitting a large expanse of multi-colored spiritual light that enveloped her entire body.

The silver lightning bolts vanished one after another, as if they had never appeared.

“Haha, I guessed correctly! I can only leave this place by residing within the Ten Thousand Ghost Order, especially with the protection of a Buddhist spiritual treasure! Haha, Four Seasons, I’m coming to collect my debt!” Zhao Meier cackled wildly, clearly very excited.

Ye Haitang ignored her. She had no intention of following Zhao Meier’s lead. She planned to return to Qinglian Island and hand the Ten Thousand Ghost Order to Wang Changsheng. Even if the 'Co-existence Curse' couldn't be undone, the artifact could be sealed. If Zhao Meier were allowed to go on a killing spree, the entire Wang family would face trouble.

Even Zheng Guqi, after advancing to the Nascent Soul stage, wouldn't casually slaughter people, to avoid public outrage.

After the time it takes to steep a cup of tea, Ye Haitang appeared above a black sea, her face filled with vigilance.

Just then, three dark, gleaming flying knives shot out from a thick cloud of Yin energy without warning, instantly appearing before Ye Haitang.

With the Golden Amber Jade Buddha Pendant on her person, ghost cultivators' techniques posed no threat to her, and she was fully capable of using her magical treasures.

Ye Haitang was startled. Without her needing to act, the Ten Thousand Ghost Order automatically flew from her hand to meet the three black flying knives.

Clang! Clang!

After a few dull thuds, the three black knives were sent flying back. Zhao Meier flew out from the Ten Thousand Ghost Order, her gaze fixed on a certain patch of empty space.

She took a deep breath, and her body rapidly expanded, transforming into a colossal cyan sphere.

A great whistling sound erupted, and the void twisted. Gray wind blades swept out, charging directly towards that patch of empty space.

A fierce Yin wind swelled, and countless black stones flew up to meet the gray wind blades.

Boom!

A series of explosions rang out. The black stones were shattered into dust by the dense gray wind blades, sending debris flying.

Zheng Guqi stared at Zhao Meier, dumbfounded. He never would have imagined that after only a few months, Ye Haitang would have acquired a Nascent Soul-stage ghostly being.

Zhao Meier opened her mouth and let out an extremely piercing, lingering ghostly wail that seemed to be both distant and near.

Immediately, the Yin wind intensified, and strong gusts swept across an area of a hundred miles. Thousands of low-level ghostly beings rushed in from all directions.

Furthermore, the void twisted, and waves of gray sound materialized, sweeping directly towards Zheng Guqi.

Zheng Guqi felt dizzy and disoriented. By the time he recovered, a powerful pressure was already bearing down on him.

He slashed his right hand towards the void. With a flash of white light, a white bone blade over a hundred feet long flew out.

Boom!

Following an earth-shattering boom, the white bone blade shattered all the gray sound waves. A powerful surge of air expanded outwards, causing the sea to churn violently and raise waves dozens of feet high.

A chilling Yin wind swept past, and Zhao Meier suddenly appeared behind Zheng Guqi. Her fingernails had turned ink-black and were incredibly sharp.

Zheng Guqi also noticed Zhao Meier behind him. Just as he was about to cast a spell to attack her, a seductive voice whispered in his ear, “My dear husband, your concubine has come to serve you. You don’t need to do anything at all; your concubine will make you feel utterly comfortable.”

Upon hearing this, Zheng Guqi’s ears buzzed, and he felt dizzy and disoriented. He then felt a chill in his chest as a green, glowing ghostly hand pierced through his torso, grasping a miniature Nascent Soul.

“You…”

Zheng Guqi’s face was filled with horror. He never imagined he would be defeated so quickly. He had no idea that Zhao Meier was a ghost cultivator who had cultivated for thousands of years, possessing specialized ghostly cultivation techniques, and was far from an ordinary Nascent Soul stage ghostly being.

Zhao Meier opened her mouth and swallowed Zheng Guqi’s Nascent Soul, a look of satisfaction spreading across her face.

Ye Haitang was dumbfounded. She knew Zhao Meier possessed extraordinary strength, but she never expected her to kill Zheng Guqi so quickly.

Zhao Meier collected the valuables from Zheng Guqi’s body and returned to Ye Haitang’s side.

“Let’s go! It’s resolved.”

It took Ye Haitang a while to fully comprehend what had happened. She put away the valuables and recalled Zhao Meier into the Ten Thousand Ghost Order. She found it difficult to make a decision, knowing she couldn't simply let Zhao Meier out at will, lest Zhao Meier’s high cultivation level cause her to be backlashed. Being with a ghost cultivator who had lived for thousands of years made her constantly apprehensive.

Ye Haitang transformed into a streak of dark light and flew away.